Her last button pops

As Mackenzie headed back to the kitchen, most people happily watched her go. Stu was even happier than the rest, though, because he had just discovered something. The wide strip of fabric he held in his hand had a thread trailing away from it. It wove through the restaurant and made its way to the hem of Mackenzie's skirt. She had no idea that the scandalously short garment was about to become even shorter.

After serving up table three's drinks, taking two more tables' orders, and delivering the entrees to table one, Mackenzie went to pick up the entrees for Stu's table. She'd been trying to dive into her work and not pay any attention to her skimpy outfit. It didn't help dispel the embarrassment, but it did distract her enough not to notice that her skirt was very slowly getting shorter. Over half the restaurant had gotten direct looks at her most intimate spot by now.

Her pussy was now in plain view for all to see, and the garment was starting to reveal the neatly trimmed bush that accompanied it. Likewise, most of her bountiful ass was on display as well. But the real trouble came to a head as she reached Stu's table.

She set the tray down on the folding stand and grabbed the first two plates for the kids on the inside of the booth. As Mackenzie leaned forward to deposit them, her top's overstrained button finally reached its limit. The final thread snapped and the button flew across the room. Mackenzie's beautiful breasts bounced into view, prompting a stunned silence from everyone, including Mackenzie. After a shocked moment, she stood back up and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Ohmygod." Mackenzie gasped as Stu began howling with gleeful laughter. She turned around and started running for the kitchen, giving everyone there a spectacular view of her curvy ass on the way.

Ducking into the hallway she collided with Kara, who had been carrying two pitchers of beer. Both girls fell to the ground, but most of the beer spilled all over Mackenzie.

"Mackenzie! I'm so sorry!" her friend said, but Mackenzie just got back up and ran for Janet's office and her clothes. It was locked. Cursing, the drenched woman turned around and began looking for Janet. She found her at a nearby table, and Mackenzie reluctantly stepped back out into the open restaurant floor.

"Janet! I need my clothes back!" Mackenzie implored.

"But your shift isn't even close to over yet." Janet replied, matter of factly. "Now dry off and get back to work."

"Janet! I don't know if you've noticed," Mackenzie said, a bit too loudly, "But I'm fucking indecent here!"

Mackenzie released one of her arms from cradling her chest to gesture at herself. Only when she looked down did Mackenzie notice that her skirt had shrunk to barely more than a waistband, covering absolutely nothing. She let out a surprised squeak as she clamped her hand over her womanhood.

"I see." Janet said. "Well that is a problem. You'll have to figure out a way to fix that before you resume work."

"Wh- Janet I need my clothes!" Mackenzie said.

"As I said, you can have the clothes back when you give the uniform back at the end of your shift."

"Fine! I quit! I fucking quit, so just unlock your office and I'll grab my clothes and leave." No amount of money was worth this.

"Very well." Janet sighed and held out her hand expectantly. Mackenzie looked at it, perplexed. "Hand over the uniform then. And I'll go get your clothes."

Mackenzie blushed even more furiously. She couldn't be serious! Right here in front of all these people?!

"C-can't we do this in your o-"

"Hand it over right now, or I'll escort you from this building myself." she said menacingly, "It's either that or get back to work."